the club isn't the best place to find love so the bar is where I go

You're sitting by yourself. The bartender hands you your drink and you silently take small sips. Your intent wasn't to get drunk, only to relax and try to forget about life for a while. You feel the presence of someone sit beside you.

"Hey."

You shift your body uncomfortably and look at the man beside you. You give him your attention but don't say a word.

"What's a pretty lady like you doing siting alone?" he slightly slurs his words, letting you know he was drunk.

"Just relaxing," you replied, not wanting to talk with this man who was making you mildly uncomfortable.

"Maybe you could relax with me tonight," he says, sliding closer. You move away, but before you could reject him someone else joins the situation.

"I'd rather you not touch my friend."

You turn around to see a blue haired guy about your age. You're confused for a second because you don't know him but then catch on that maybe he's trying to help you.

"Oh, she belongs to you?" the drunk man says, slightly backing off.

"Yep. So piss off," the blue boy says. The man grunts, gives us both angry looks and then stumbles away. You're slightly surprised that the drunk man didn't decide to pick a fight. He probably could've taken the small blue boy anyway.

"Thanks," you say, going back to enjoying your drink.

"No problem. I saw that he was making you uncomfortable and I thought I should help. My name is Ethan by the way," Ethan says. His voice was warm and comforting compared to that annoying drunk man.

"My name is Y/N."

"So I don't want to sound like that other guy, but I'm genuinely curious to know why you're here alone," Ethan says after ordering himself a drink.

"I'll tell you what I told him; I'm just here to relax and take my mind off of life," you say. Ethan nods in understanding.

"I know what you mean."

"So you're here to take your mind off of life too?" you asked.

Ethan rubs the back of his neck and let's out a small laugh. "Yeah, life has been pretty. . . difficult lately."

"I'm sorry to hear that," you say, feeling sympathetic towards him. "Maybe I could help you out sometime, but now I should get home."

Ethan smiles.

"Thanks for making me forget about life for a while."

You kiss him on the cheek and leave, but not after you gave him your number.

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thx for reading
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~Kat